"please excuse me for being antisocial" (HEAVY EDITING AND REWRITING)

Come home to poppa

We finally reached my house. Roddy parked the car in the garage. Everybody got out and walked inside but I couldn't move, I was physically stuck to my seat.

"Poog come on" I didn't even realize when he got out the car and came to open the door for me. I looked at him. He looked so calm. I knew he was used to shit like this, but I wasn't. Regardless of how many crips I hang around, I've never been in a situation like this.

"Come on baby, let's go give you a shower. You covered in blood" He held his hand out for me and I grabbed it. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my head in the crook of his neck. As he walked in the house I could feel everybody staring at us.

Once we reached my room, he walked straight into the bathroom and set me down.

I looked down at my body, all I saw was red. I didn't know how to feel. I just wanted to cry.

Why and how did this even happen?

"Look at me... we gonna be good poog aight? I'm not gonna let anything or anybody hurt you and that's on Nip." He grabbed my face and kissed me and I could've melted in his arms right then and there. He started to undress me, then he undressed himself and we got in the shower. Grabbing my washcloth and squirting some soap on it, he started to wash my body. He was being so gentle that it made me want to cry.

After the shower we both got in bed. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and well fell asleep with his arms wrapped around my body.

*Roddy*

"BRO WTF DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHO DID THIS SHIT. ON CRIP I WANT THEM NIGGAS DEAD." I was fucking heated. It's been two weeks since this shit happened and honestly I don't know wtf happened or who them niggas were. They came out of nowhere and just started shooting. I heard one of them niggas ask for a girl. I don't know if they were talking about Olivia but I feel like they were.

I was on the phone with J-stone. He was one of Hustles closest friends. I called him up that same night so he could help me find these niggas. Surprisingly he was already here in NY.

"J bro, do anything possible to find these niggas. They put Lauren and everybody else's life in danger cuz. I want these niggas heads on god." Bree and Winnt were trying to calm me down. I wanted niggas to pay for this shit. Could you imagine if Olivia was in the car with me and she got hit? I was going to war, fuck my career. I'd die about mines.

My tour got postponed for a few weeks while the feds tried to figure this shit out. We all got called in for questioning which honestly was a waste of fucking time. There were no cameras in the area that we were at so they had nothing to go off of.

The boy that got killed was named Da'shawn. As soon as I found out his information I wasted no time in donating money to his family to cover the cost for the funeral and anything else that they needed. I made sure that Oli and I visited his family. I had to bring her along to put her mind at ease. For some reason she kept blaming herself for Da'shawns death.

She has been dancing to artists' music videos and shit, trying to keep herself distracted from this shit and I don't blame her. Once I go back to tour she's definitely coming with me tho, I refuse to leave her alone.

*Olivia*

I felt like I was about to pass out. My head was spinning and my eyes watered.

"Olivia come on man chill out, It's gonna be okay." I am currently in J-stones hotel. He called me to tell me he found out information on Justin.

"Listen, I don't know where he's at right now but I could call up the gang and once we find him it's up to you what you want us to do with him" Tears fell from my eyes, I felt like I couldn't breathe.